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Detodev uttered a grunt. Milky passion spurted to shoot in her gaping, shouting mouth. His spicy-salty-sweet juices lit on her tongue, a potent elixir. The Nobek’s hips shifted, and cum sprayed Charity’s breasts too.

A sob broke from her throat as excitement sent a mighty surge through her. She was losing it, she was going to come, she couldn’t stop it…

“Come, my Imdiko and Matara!”

Mitag arched as his cocks jolted within Charity. Ilid bellowed, the cry of the victor ringing loud, his cum hot as it joined Detodev’s on her skin and lips. It was the last thing Charity knew before orgasm tore through her.

The universe was a heaving, euphoric madness. She’d never known such rapture and agony at once. It was too much, overloading her until she became one with the twisting, churning cacophony. She dove deep, succumbing and drowning willingly.

She washed up on the shore of reality on diminishing waves of sensual pleasure. Scattered around her were the men she loved, chorusing soft groans of completion.

Slowly, they recovered. Bodies slid closer together, snuggling in each other’s warmth. As strength returned…at least to Ilid and Detodev…Charity and Mitag were lifted and borne to the shower.

The balmy heat of the water and tender caring of their tormentors brought recovery. Whispers rose amid the steam of the shower. Then soft mutters. Chuckles and giggles began to punctuate the patters of drops on the floor. Moans as gentler love began. As their lives forever together began. It had started reluctantly at first, but it was now eagerly welcomed.

Paradise had been realized.

Clans of Kalquor 13

Clan Beginnings

Alien Haven

Version Two

Chapter One

The woman who’d introduced herself to her shipmates as Jennifer Seng ran her palms along Dramok Ilid’s chiseled chest. He drowned her in a kiss, his hands clutching her honey-blond hair. “Jennifer” had enjoyed intimacy with a few men, includingaliens at the university she’d attended until recently, but never a Kalquorian.

His body, still fully clothed, was a revelation of curves and hollows. Kalquorians were naturally muscled. Jennifer’s companion, slightly older than her twenty years, had obviously worked to add to his delicious physique. He’d vastly improved on what genetics had generously bestowed..

They’d had a couple bottles of kloq to start their tryst in her tiny sleeping quarters on board a Kalquorian fleet shuttle. The room was cramped from the massive bed Jennifer and Ilid writhed on. She’d compensated for the tight space by ordering the window and ceiling vids to display the vast stretch of space the shuttle shot through. Satin blackness was dotted by sequin stars overhead and next to the bed they lounged upon.

Had she thought of them asloungingin their star-speckled retreat? No, they weren’t doing anything so restful or serene. They were squirming and groping and clutching, rumpling the cover and sheets to a fine mess.

The handsome Kalquorian tasted of the warm ale they’d imbibed. The scent of his arousal, a sweetish aroma accented by the bite of spice, mingled excitingly with his flavor.

He lay half on her, his excitement hard against her thigh through their clothes. He was intent on removing barriers as he kissed her deeply and passionately. He tugged on the front of her blouse, parting the resealable seam to bare her to his eager touch.

Two days. It had taken her this long to get him where she’d wanted him from the moment she’d set eyes on him in the shuttle’s main cabin. They were mere hours from docking at her port of exile. She was thrilled to have at last herded him where curiosity and pure lust could be satisfied.

He succeeded in getting her top open. His hand was hot as he rubbed along her abdomen and ribs. He found her bra-cladbreast and rubbed his thumb on the brazen nipple poking at the fabric.

Thank the prophets he acted as if he were in as much of a hurry to get to the good stuff as she. He didn’t delay by undoing her bra. He simply shoved it up toward her throat. His calloused fingers closed on bared flesh. A flash of brilliant excitement shot straight to her pussy, and her wide-mouthed moan interrupted their kiss.

“Ancestors,” he muttered, purple cat-pupil eyes staring at her. “You bear no resemblance to the fabled repressed Earther female.”

She smirked. “I’m not only not repressed, I’m extremely vocal. As our earlier petting has forewarned you. I hope you like it loud.”

His grin lit his bronze face. “Where you’re concerned, I like it any way you’ll give it to me. Especially since my parents are nowhere in the area.”

An important point. Their transportation was an older shuttle, and the walls weren’t soundproof. Ilid’s parent clan’s quarters were next door to Jennifer. His room was on the opposite side of his adoring fathers and mother, collectively known as Clan Codab. Their proximity on the small vessel and Jennifer’s uncontrollably loud delight during sex were the reasons it had taken the couple so long to get a real chance at intimacy. There was nothing like parental presence to dampen even the fieriest of youthful urges.

Ilid buried his face between Jennifer’s voluptuous breasts, groaning his approval. Her breath caught as he kissed his way to a nipple, then to the other. He’d admitted to little experience with women…none where Earthers or the rare Kalquorian females still in existence were concerned. Nonetheless, she discovered no reason to complain as his hot mouth licked and sucked and kissed her to heady rapture.

“Still too many clothes,” she gasped. She pulled at his soft blue shirt, untucking it from black trousers he filled out oh so well. She wanted to feel him naked against her.

“Ladies first,” Ilid chuckled. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head to thwart her eager attempts to unclothe him.

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